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		<description>Life is tough. </description>
		<link>http://stayorleave.org/journal/index.php/archives/25</link>
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		<title>Seriously.</title>
		<description>I think I am going to close this journal in a few days. I am tired of the comment spam and trying to moderate it. Honestly, anyone who takes the time to create spyware, viruses and other random computer ailments should suffer some painful injury.

I'll post a link soon. </description>
		<link>http://stayorleave.org/journal/index.php/archives/24</link>
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		<title>You know I&#8217;ll give you all of me.</title>
		<description>It's been a long time since my last entry.

Not much has occurred since the last time I wrote. Most of last week was spent at home in bed. For some strange reason, I had an allergic reaction to [insert unknown thing here], which resulted in days covered in hives. It ...</description>
		<link>http://stayorleave.org/journal/index.php/archives/23</link>
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		<title>We&#8217;ll get you fixed up in no time.</title>
		<description>So, I got into Gettysburg.

For all intents and purposes, I should be jumping off the freaking walls, but it seems like the past two semesters have made me numb. I suppose this more like a relief than some sort of thrill. And it spurs a number of unanswered questions... Will ...</description>
		<link>http://stayorleave.org/journal/index.php/archives/22</link>
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		<title>There&#8217;s traffic in the sky.</title>
		<description>So, I'm twenty. Weird.

That's pretty much all I have right now. </description>
		<link>http://stayorleave.org/journal/index.php/archives/21</link>
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		<title>Where do we go? Nobody knows.</title>
		<description>When did it become May 1st? I'm glad this semester is almost over. It has basically been hell on earth.

The past few days have initiated a bit of thinking and questioning. Mostly about fate and destiny. Do things really happen for a reason? What is the purpose of today? How ...</description>
		<link>http://stayorleave.org/journal/index.php/archives/20</link>
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		<title>Because I don&#8217;t believe in you anymore.</title>
		<description>Bucknell rejected me. Not that my life depended on going there, it just basically destroyed any sort of confidence I had left. No school wants me because I am obviously not good enough. Though, I started and completed my application for Johnson & Wales in Rhode Island. At this point, ...</description>
		<link>http://stayorleave.org/journal/index.php/archives/19</link>
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		<title>You&#8217;re beautiful, it&#8217;s true.</title>
		<description>Today was probably one of the hardest of my life.

I kept myself from sobbing through most of the funeral mass, but when my grandfather said his good-byes and kissed the casket at the grave site, I was done. My cousin, who is a staff sergeant in the military and was ...</description>
		<link>http://stayorleave.org/journal/index.php/archives/18</link>
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		<title>There&#8217;s nothing left.</title>
		<description>My grandmother passed away yesterday... And besides the fact that I am completely devastated, I just called every person in my phone book who I thought meant something to me and no one answered. That's Nick, Rich, Heather, Sarah, Garrett. My boyfriend didn't even call my until today, even though ...</description>
		<link>http://stayorleave.org/journal/index.php/archives/17</link>
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		<title>These twisted games we&#8217;re playing.</title>
		<description>I had a few dreams last night, most of which I barely remember. Though I did recall having a camera in one of them. This is from one of those dream dictionaries: "To see a camera in your dream, signifies your desires to cling on and/or live in the past. ...</description>
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